and must
i
say
not in agony
but
in realisation
"we poets are liars"

whilst we sing,
"I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In)",

love came in at the eye
travelled
through the body
and left . . .

WE POETS ARE LIARS.



                         vargov

silent sky
silent moon
only the wind rustled those autumn leaves.

and suddenly you spoke
or atleast i think you did.
"te amo", i heard and smiled for myself
oh blush!!
turned to see your face, which spoke little what i heard

and you see, how i fell in love in October

will the stars dare to shine
without you

182

If I shouldn’t be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

If I couldn’t thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I’m trying
Why my Granite lip!

1551

Those—dying then,
Knew where they went—
They went to God’s Right Hand—
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found—

The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small—
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at all—

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